The photographer said "cut!" and was telling Christian that he has about a five minute break while the camera was to reload and of course a late lunch. It was more of a dinner most likely since it was night time. Christian didn't care what time it was. He was hungry. Normally, a model wouldn't DARE touch a brownie or cookie or even a doughnut. But Christian wasn't like that. He can always jog off the calories or go to the gym. And besides, his tummy was growling.
He walked over to the table and helped himself to a brownie, cookie, and a frappachino. He then sat down at the bench and ate his brownie and cookie first, getting them out of the way. After that, he started to drink the frappachino. His eyes landed on the manager. He got up and with the frappachino in his hand, he walked over to the guy. "Hi," he cheerfully said. "I'm Christian. Thanks for doing this, man."